Chapter 639 – Depends on My Mood
She froze.
He meant the circlet.
The cursed ruby. The mark of Zoltarin.
Her fingers curled tighter around it.
It didn't glow.
Didn't pulse.
Didn't whisper.
Not anymore.
"You killed him?" she asked, voice trembling.
Lux smirked. "Yes…"
She stood. Slowly. Serpent coils shifting, silk sliding down her legs in smooth, careful movements. The robe slipped from one shoulder, revealing more of her skin, her elegant collarbone catching the morning light. Her necklace, a chain of old-coin links, glinted with each breath.
Her heartbeat thundered. Loud enough that she was sure he could hear it. Feel it. Maybe taste it.
"Then what happens to me now?" she asked, trying to sound defiant. She didn't quite pull it off.
Lux turned. Fully.
His glowing eyes met hers. "That depends," he said, voice low. "On my mood…"
